I was in the process of setting up the photos for another post when I had to break off and tell you this.
When the local Spanish town hall was asked why the illegal yellow lines in the street painted by my new neighbours (NewNs) have not been eradicated after so many months, they said ………
….. “We know it is illegal. We are not going to black out the lines because in the future the NewNs might apply for yellow lines. Approval may possibly be given. If all the criteria are met we won’t have to paint the yellow lines again, will we ?”
Is this Sensible, Illegal, Logical, Laziness, or just a
joke Yoke ?
“SILLY” I reckon !
Oh, and there’s more !
In a previous post someone suggested installing CCTV to monitor Pedro’s car in case the tyres were slashed again.
After extensive research on using CCTV in Spain I found that CCTV is okay for viewing one’s own private property. Viewing neighbours, public streets and pathways are a no-no. Very naughty ! Really BIG fines !
Guess who just installed 4 cameras monitoring our street, my street door and public pathway beside their house ? My NewNs !
Normally I wouldn’t mind, but what happens if one of you tiptoes in to visit me from your country for a weekend secret rendezvous d’amor ? …. (translation: you’ve come to borrow money 🙂 )
Oh, and there’s more !
Okay ! The NewNs think that they now have total control of 2 sides of their house. The public path has cameras. The street has cameras and yellow lines. Now they are trying to control the 3rd side which happens to be me, the young Spanish family below and their father (who lives elsewhere in this Spanish village).
How do they do it ? Simple. In conjunction with the two Spanish builders (who have been jack-hammering for the NewNs for months in this work impoverished Spanish village and have to go along with whatever the NewNs say. Money talks !) they visited the Guardia Civil (Spanish “military” police) and made out a denuncia (a legal complaint) against me and the 3 Spaniards as a group complaint. We have done nothing except live our lives normally and are still doing so. BTW, if a denuncia is proved to be false, heavy fines and/or prison awaits.
As the Guardia Civil have not yet seen me or informed me directly of the contents of the denuncia (probably can’t climb the stairway to my apartment as they are in a heap on the floor due to excessive laughter) I am in a position to relate some gems within the denuncia. Such as >>>
Complaints against me
He is jealous of our house.
Me bad ! Is it because I am English ?
He bangs on our wall.
Me bad ! Sorry for the echo of you banging on my wall.
He is not nice to me when we talked on the balcony.
Me bad ! I must be nicer to you when I walk away while you were saying nasty things about Toni and another time after your horrendous late night banging which woke up and made a baby boy cry.
Complaint against Toni
When I speak to her nicely, she ignores me.
She bad ! I am sure that in the future she will ignore you when you nicely shout abuse at her.
Complaint against Pedro
He parked his car in our bit of the street.
He bad ! I am sure that in the future that he will park his car legally in the street. Oh, that is ALL the street !
Complaint against Toni’s father
He glowered at me.
He bad ! I am sure that next time you shout abuse at him from your balcony he will glower at you nicely.
There is a fourth side to the NewNs house …. a field !
Oh boy !
Ralph xox ❤
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